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"But," said Barry, "I must see you safely back."
She laughed a scornful but, as Barry thought, a most delicious little
laugh.
"Nonsense! We don't do that sort of thing here, you know. We're on our
own."
A little silence fell between them.
"When does your battalion march?" she asked abruptly.
"Perhaps to-morrow. I don't know."
"If you do go then," she said, with again that little touch of shyness,
"I suppose I won't see you again."
"See you again," exclaimed Barry, his tone indicating that the
possibility of such a calamity was unthinkable, "why, of course I shall
see you again. I must see you again--I--I--I just must see you again."
"Good night, then," she said in a soft, hurried voice, throwing in her
clutch.
Barry stood listening in the dark to the hum of her engine, growing more
faint every moment.
"Some girl, eh?" said a voice. At his side he saw Harry Hobbs. Barry
turned sharply upon him.
"Now then, Hobbs, some wood and we will get a fire going and look
lively! And, Hobbs, I believe there's a fence about fifty yards down
there, which you might find useful.


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